I never really found out what love was.
The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.
That's the only sense in which I've been lucky: I have the kind of face to which cosmetics could be applied.
You must stop this interview now as I have come to end of my personality.
You don't have to deal with anyone in America. They accept you the way you are.
Nothing shortens a journey so pleasantly as an account of misfortunes at which the hearer is permitted to laugh.